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Forever Is a Lie

i thought mom and dad 
were supposed to last forever
but i guess i was too young
i didnt know any better
you walked out
you never told us why
you never call now
i guess you've found another life
but i thought that mom and dad
were supposed to last forever
but i guess i was too young
i didnt know any better
and now you've moved on 
youve learnt to live your life way better
and im stuck with the pain 
im stuck,im stuck
im stuck behind this mystery 
the mystery -" why did it happen,
 i guess im the problem here, anyways"
 but atleast you're happy now.

Copyright © Dikshita Salian | Year Posted 2020



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What's Life Without Some Pride

love is love.
why does gender make it a sin?
society says it's a crime
they break us apart
everytime we try to climb
you like only girls? or only boys?
you like both genders? or you like all of em?
well dont be ashamed of it
dont despise it
cause in the end.you have to find someone
with whom you could spend time with
so accept yourself
and show the world who you really are

Copyright © Dikshita Salian | Year Posted 2020

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POV: YOU'RE AN OVERTHINKER

Being the overthinker—how does that feel?
After reading this piece , perhaps you will see a different side of me.

Every little detail bothers me, 
 overanalyzing situations in a myriad of ways, and starting a new chapter in my life always brings forth the worst thoughts in me. 
Surely, one should look on the bright side of things? Why does this brain not function like that of a typical human being?

A routine circumstance 
becomes an intricate labyrinth 
from which I am unable to escape
the twists and turns appear to be perfectly duplicated, only escalating my anxiety of losing everything once more.

Today, my thoughts are a pool of remorse 
that is consuming every breath I take 
and resurfacing unconsciousness 
that is tearing apart every shred of hope 
I managed to salvage during the day.

And now that I'm sitting here 
in the quiet, darkness, 
with my thoughts racing far beyond reality, 
it makes sense why I'm constantly exhausted even though I don't get out of bed before dawn.

Copyright © Dikshita Salian | Year Posted 2024


Book: Reflection on the Important Things